The new job of art is to sit on the wall and get more expensive.

The hallmark of the minor artist is to be obsessed with style as an end in itself.

We want to create a sort of linguistic Lourdes, where evil and misfortune are dispelled by a dip in the waters of euphemism

Nothing they design ever gets in the way of a work of art

Perhaps the rhinos and she-crocodiles whose gyrations between Mortimer's and East Hampton gives us our vision of social eminence today are content to entrust their faces to Andy Warhol's mingily cosmetic Polaroidising, but one would bet they would rather go to Sargent.

The new job of art is to sit on the wall and get more expensive.

On Platini's presidential watch... he has to balance all the leagues, all the dreams and needs of hundreds of clubs across his continent.